Contemplation

Don't Break Me

If I only had a little bit of change and he broke me so much that I couldn't stand it.

I would beg to ride the bus, get down on both knees, produce change and a crumpled dollar and beg them to take me away from the arms that scare me, that show me life and pain all at once.

I would watch him in the window as we drove away and say I was sorry but that this time I left because he hurt me too bad and I deserved to be able to leave.

No matter the pain or blurry vision as a river pooled from my eyes I would sit and watch him disappear as the road turned unfamiliar and I was finally free.